Red Dragon Emperor Juggernaut Drive Novels & Stories

“It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.” “Hm? A red emperor, and an ignasius too?” Ombra said, sounding bored. “Would you be interested in that, young Dragon Blood?” he asked Johan. “Huh?” Johan sounded cornered, “Why me?!” Beside him, Dagon ruffled his wings and spat a ball of flame. “Ignite!” he shouted. “Hey stop that!” Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver.

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

"And with its orbital reactor linked to Drakenhold, our empire is officially unassailable." ​High above us, the Abyssal-Wing descended through the clearing storm clouds, its boarding ramp lowering smoothly to retrieve its triumphant royal family.

"Bring my hands a completely different machine. No extravagant transport. Nothing that screams power." The warrior instantly snaps to attention, his head bowing low. "Yes, Supreme Director Drakos. My paws will bring a different rover. Will a standard trail vehicle be sufficient for your beast?" I wait for Luka to speak, letting his male voice make the final call. "That would be great, warrior," Luka says, offering the male a warm smile. The pack driver nods, unloading our hide bags from the deck. I press a raw silver token into his palm for his silence, and the massive machine speeds away into the dust.

"For the first time in centuries, they're seeing what our ancestors built." The Nullifier on the roof raised his specialised weapon, a silver-core cannon designed to disrupt dragon resonance patterns at the genetic level. Through her connection with Xander, Maya sensed the void-like emptiness at the weapon's core, the anti-magic engineered specifically to unravel dragon essence. "Now," she projected through the bonds, and her seven mates moved as one.

Well, he had been right because here I was, in his rightful place. The Emperor, our father, had chosen me to be the Emperor on the grounds that I was very rational and unbiased. He totally trusts my judgement. Unlike Prince Dameon, who always acted without thinking about the future. If he felt someone was wrong, he would throw that person straight in the everlasting flames of Astros. If he was found guilty, he would not be remorseful. Yet,I always felt it was not right,what the Emperor did. Nothing could be done about it now.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

“Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, strong, and lethal they are is going to be the research for Mercile that blows our competitors out of the water. Every guy will want to buy what we’ve stirred up. That damn Jacob could have cost us a prime one. He’s too valuable to take risks with.” Her eyes closed to hide her relieved tears. They wouldn’t